A/N: I recently finished watching all of Supernatural and I am obsessed over Megstiel so I wrote some fanfiction, tell me what you think :D
The minds of angels worked differently than those of humans. Cas didn't understand much concerning affection and emotions. What he had gathered had been from watching the Winchesters hug, cry, and so on. He had never really experienced any affection of his own.
But when Cas had seen Meg again, beat up and bloody in that bathroom, he had felt pain. He experienced pain because of seeing her like that. Chained. Helpless. Hurt.
Then later, when they talked. He felt-happy. Happy because of her. Then he felt like he could just stay here forever, talking, holding her hand, staring at her beauty.
Meg had been looking at their hands when she noticed his silence and looked up.
"You alright there, Clarence?" She asked.
"I-" He didn't know what to say. She didn't help by winking at him. His face flushed. "Meg, I think I-I love you."
He didn't know what love was, not until then. But as soon as he said it, he was certain that he did love Meg.
Meg raised an eyebrow, pleasantly surprised. "Love, love. As a demon I am not sure I know what love is."
Cas looked down. What was he experiencing now? Hurt, embarrassment, sadness.
She put a finger under his chin and lifted his head up so he was looking at her again.
"But I'm certain this is what it is."
Before Cas could say anything, she met his lips with hers. Now Cas felt surprise, joy, and love once again. He kissed her back, one hand sliding down to her waist. Before he knew what had happened, he was on the couch, straddling her with his knees. She pulled apart from the kiss and caught her breath.
"Impressive move." She noted. "Did you learn that from the pizza man too?"
"Yes." He answered.
She smirked. "Then show me what else you learned, Clarence."